The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1887-05-13

signals Of sorrow you would behold. God be-
his own way Of taking apart q family. WI
must get out of the way for coming genera
tions We must get OF the stage that other
may come ON, and for this reason there IL I
; long procession reaching down all the tim,
into the valley Of shadows.
This emigration from time into eternity 4
20 vast an enterprise that we cannot under
stand 1t Every hour we hear the clang Of
the sepulchral gate. The sod must be broken,
The ground must be plowed for resurrection
harvest. Eternity must be peoplcd. The
dust must press our eyelids. ut Is ap
pointed unto all mon once to de-" Thii
emigration from time into eternity keeps
three-fourths of the families Of the earth In
desolation. The air is rent with farewells
and the black tasseled vehicles OF death rum.
BILE through every street.
The body OF the child that was folded so
closely to the mothers heart is put away in
the cold and the darkness. The laughter
freezes to the girls lip and the rose scatters.
The boy in the harvest field of Shunam says:
"My head! my headl" and they carry him
home to die on the lap of his mother. Widow
hood stands with tragedies Of woo struck into
the pallor of the cheek. Orphanage cries in
vain for father and mother. Oh, the grave is
cruel! With teeth Of stone, it clutches for its
prey. Between the closing gates Of the
sepulcher our hearts are mangled and
crushed. Is there any earthly solacel
None. We come to the obsequies, we
sit with the grief stricken, we talk patheti-
cally to their soul; but soon the obsequies
have passed, the carriages have left us at the
door, the friends who stayed for few days
have gone, and the heart sits in desolation
listening for the little feet that will never again
patter through the hall, or looking for the
entrance of those who will never come again
signing into the darkness-ever and anon
coming across some book or garment, or little
shoe or picture, that arouses former ascot
alton, almost killing the heart.
Long days and nights of suffering that wear
out the spirit and expunge the bright lines of
life, and give haggardness to the face, and
draw the flesh tight down over the cheek bone,
and draw dark lines under the sunken eyes,
and the hand is tremulous. and the voice is
husky and uncertain, and the grief is wear
ing, grinding. accommodating, exhausting.
Now, what are such to do? Are they merely
to look up INTO a brazen and Implying
heaven9 Are they to walk blasted heath
unfed Of stream, unsheltered by overarching
treei Has God turned us out on the barren
common to die7 Oh, no! no! no! He has not
He comes with sympathy and kindness and
love. He understands all our grief. He sees
the height and the depth and the length and
the breadth Of it. He is the only one that
can fully sympathize. Go and tell Jesus.
Sometimes when we have trouble we 60 to
our friends and we explain it, and they try
to sympathize; but they do not understand it.
They cannot understand it. But Christ sees
all over it, and all through it. He not only
counts the tears and records the groans, but
before the tears started, before the groans
began, Christ saw the inmost hiding place of
your sorrow; and he takes it, and he
weighs it, and he measures it, and
he pities It with an all absorbing pity. Bone
Of our bone. Flesh Of our flesh. Heart Of
our heart Sorrow of our sorrow
As long as he remembers Lazarus grave he
will stand by you in the cemetery. As long
as he remembers his own heartbreak he will
stand by you in the liberation of your affec-
tions. When he forgets the footsore way,
the sleepless nights, the weary body, the ex-
hausted mind, the awful cross, the solemn
grave, then he will forget you, but not until |
then.
Often when we were in trouble we sent for |
our friends; but they were far away, they
could not get to us. We wrote to them:
"Come right away" or telegraphed: "Take
the next train" They came at last, yet were |
a great while in coming, or perhaps were too
late. But Christ is always near-before you,
behind YOU, within you No mother ever
threw her arms around her child with such |
warmth and ecstasy of affection as Christ has
shown toward you. Close at hand-nearer
than the staff upon which you lean, nearer
than the cup which you put to your lips.
nearer than the handkerchief with which YOU
wipe away your tears-I preach him an ever
present, all sympathizing, compassionate
Jesus How can you stay away one moment
from him with your griefs9 Go now. Go and
tell Jesus.
1t is often that our friends have no power
TO relieve us. They would very much like to
10 it; but they cannot disentangle our
finances, they cannot cure our sickness and
'aise our dead; but glory be to God that he
% whom the disciples went has all power in
leaven and on earth, and at our call he will
oalk our calamities, and, at just the right
lime, in the presence of an applauding earth
md a resounding heaven, will raise our dead.
He will do it. He is mightier than Herod.
lie is swifter than the storm. He is grander
han the sea. He is vaster than eternity. And
very sword of Gods omnipotence will leap
rom its scabbard, and all the resources Of in
nifty he exhausted. rather than that Gods
hid shall not be delivered when he cries to
i'm for rescue
Suppose your child was in trouble, how
1uch would you endure to get him out? You
7ould go through any hardship. You would
~: 81 don't care what it will cost must .
ct him out of that trouble" tf@l
Do you think God is not so good father
8 you? Seeing you are in trouble, and hav-
lg all power, will he not stretch out bis arm
nd deliver you? He will He is mighty to I
I'VE. He can level the mountain and divide \
le sea, and can extinguish the fire and save c
'c soul. Not dim Of eye, not weak Of arm, r
Ut feeble of resources but with all eternity 4
I'd the universe at his feet. Go and tell {
,sus. Will youa Ye whose cheeks are wet s.
it'll the night dew Of the grave; ye who +
nnot look up; ye whose hearts are dried &
it'll the breath of a sirocco: in the name of u
g religion Of Jesus Christ, which lifts every Il
lrden and wipes away every tear and de-
vers every captive and lightens every dark
IS, implore you now 60 and tell Jesus.
A little child went with her father, a sea a,
plain, to sea, and when the first storm b
me the little child was very much fright m
cd and in the nipht r1char1 o,,t NJ Tho ooh;,, | -